In the sanctuary in the backyard of the cathedral, Todd had a good night's sleep. He dreamed that he was in a trance as if he had returned to the university and lived a calm teacher life.

A knock on the door early in the morning brought him back to reality.

Sleepy Todd opened the door and looked at him. Tristan, neatly dressed, stood at the door so that he could look at him neatly.

Todd straightened his collar and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tristan glanced at the cross on his chest and said, "Brother Felichard, it's time for an early tour."

"Morning tour?" Todd looked inexplicable: "What is the morning tour?!"

Tristan turned and left: "I am waiting for you at the gate of the backyard."

"Hey! Wait!" Todd yelled twice, but the other person's figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In desperation, he could only return to the room, put on his teaching gown and quickly chased it out.

Tristan, who was standing at the door of the backyard, looked at Todd who was walking towards him, and made a "follow me" gesture.

The two went one after the other, following the roots of the cathedral's wall, patrolling the past.

Tristan, who was walking in the front, seemed to be talking to himself: "The church attaches great importance to the dispute over the heirs of the Holy Acropolis this time, and specially dispatched Cardinal Jacob to take charge of all affairs..."

Todd's face remained silent, and he remembered the name secretly in his heart.

"Cardinal Jacob is opposed to all non-church forces, including alien species, scholars and even those on the streets of mythological narrators. He and my mentor, Cardinal Abel, often attack each other because of disagreements."

Todd couldn't help asking: "Why are you letting you come together? Wouldn't this combination affect the work of Holy Acropolis?"

Tristan stopped and looked back at Todd: "All these are the balancing techniques of the Pope."

Todd gave a clear look and stopped talking.

"There were originally three forces in the Holy Acropolis. The royalists have survived in name due to the king's dying illness; the rest are the liberals of His Highness Sinclair and the ecclesiastical factions of His Royal Highness Matide."

After patrolling the cathedral, Tristan took Todd and walked towards the city. As he walked, he said: "The entire Holy Acropolis has now been divided by two forces. Support His Royal Highness Mattid; the nobles and generals in the upper city mostly support His Royal Highness Sinclair."

Before the words came to an end, an unclothed thin woman walking on the street with her child in her arms, saw Todd and Tristan in the black robe of the Holy Cross, quickly stepped aside and knelt to one side.

Passing by the woman, Tristan suddenly stopped, turned and stretched the back of his hand to the forehead of the child in the woman's arms.

After a while, Tristan frowned and said to the woman: "Your son has a fever."

"My lord, I know, I am planning to take him to church, and the merciful heavenly Father will heal him."

Seeing Tristan's solemn expression, Todd took out a silver moon from his inner pocket, and just wanted to hand it to the woman, but the former reached out to stop it.

He took out a small pot of bitter herb from his arms, and Tristan handed it to the woman: "This is a potion blessed by Heavenly Father. Take it back and boil it in hot water before feeding it to the child to drink it."

Seeing the woman leaving with the child thankfully, Todd stood thoughtfully.

"Let's go, the road is still long."

Tristan pressed the hem of his hood and walked slowly down the street.

After spending a whole day, Todd, who followed Tristan to tour most of the Holy Acropolis, still had the desperate and numb faces of the residents in his mind.

In the evening, Tristan walked to the cathedral dining hall and watched Todd sitting at the corner table, using a wooden spoon to fiddle with the stew on the plate.

Tristan walked over and sat on the opposite chair: "Why? It doesn't suit your taste?"

Todd glanced at him and said with a mocking tone: "As far as a famine city is concerned, the food here is really good."

Tristan shrugged: "You say this because you haven't attended a banquet in Uptown."

Todd froze for a moment, then looked at the meal on the plate without saying a word.

Tristan put a piece of prosciutto in his mouth and chewed carefully: "Brother Felicchild, I have heard of you in church, but yesterday was the first time I saw you. Honestly, you and The rumors are different."

Todd raised his head and squinted his eyes: "Why is it different?"

"As a confidant of the Pope, the clerk of the Tzu Chi Knights, you yourself are more...introverted..."

Todd mashed a piece of cauliflower in half with a wooden spoon, and said with a smile: "Retroverted? People who work in my position, if they behave too aggressively, they won't be able to stay long."

Tristan also laughed: "Yes, I heard that your predecessor was transferred to the mission area in the south. After that, no one has seen him again."

The expression on Todd's face slowly became serious, only to find that Tristan's smile became even brighter.

After dinner, Todd returned to the room, opened the soul space and summoned the latter according to the predetermined contact time with Rachel.

"You said such a thing, what is it called in your world?" Rachel took out a wooden stick with beef skewers from the boiling hot pot.

Todd put a large amount of various meat and vegetables skewers into the bottom of the pot, then put the lid on, and opened a can of ice beer for both Rachel and himself.

"If you just pick up a wooden stick and eat it, it's called Chuanchuanxiang; if you pour the ingredients into a bowl, it's called Mala Tang."

With the spicy oil on the hot beef, Rachel, who opened his mouth and fanned, quickly took the beer that Todd had handed him, slurped a sip, closed his eyes and let out a pleasant cry from his throat.

"This feeling is great!"

Seeing the joy on Rachel's face, Todd laughed.

He opened a bottle of Shacha Sauce and poured another saucer each: "Dip this again before eating, it will taste better."

With a happy expression, Richel ate the ingredients on the plate one bite at a time: "Sometimes, I really want to live here for the rest of my life. Outside, there is no food, no TV series, not even a package of potato chips! "

"Your thoughts are very dangerous." Todd drank a cold beer and said with a smile: "You know, in my world, why do you call people who have yours?"

"what?"

"House girl."

Rachel raised his eyebrows and said, "Housemaid? It doesn't sound like a good name!"

Todd waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, I will go to the dinner party in the Holy Acropolis tomorrow night. Is there any eye for the information in the city?"

Rachel reached out and threw a two-centimeter-thick booklet in front of Todd.

Todd was a little dumbfounded: "What is this?"

Rachel gave him a blank look: "This is the noble material for the banquet tomorrow night."

"so much?!"

"You must memorize them all before you go."

The wooden sign in Todd's hand landed blankly: "Come all down?!"

"Of course, if Felichard had a secret deal with His Highness Sinclair, it means that he should know a lot of holy Aristocrats and memorize these materials so as not to make others suspicious."

As Richel said, he ate a slice of luncheon meat full of peppers and drank half a can of beer on his back.

Todd accepted the materials with a bitter face, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Rachel: "What do you think of Tristan?"

Rachel's mouth was full of food, and he said slurredly: "What's wrong with him? Did he trouble you?"

"That's not true, he is very cooperative." Todd slowly drank the beer in the can: "Through getting along with him today, I think he is not a small prejudice against the church, maybe someone who can win over."

Richel finally swallowed the food with his beer and patted his chest: "He and his mentor, Abel, want to ask for West Side, and West Side can also use their power in the church. The relationship between the two is only That's it. If it is to win them to our camp, I do not agree."

Todd leaned forward: "Oh? Tell me, why don't you agree?"

"First, he is not a different species. What he cares about is the safety of scholars and mentors. You can't guarantee that one day in the future, when the interests of the two conflict, he will not turn his sword to us..."

Hearing this, Todd couldn't help but said: "You can't deny everything just because he is not a different species? Besides, even if it is a different species, many of our enemies are ours."

Rachel shook the wooden sign and said: "Once a person is marked with a different kind of sticky note, it means that he has nowhere to go. He can only choose to stand on the opposite of the world and fight for his freedom. The way to fight for freedom is, The Presbyterian Church uses violent attacks and repressive rule, while Twilight City uses alliances and alliances. Compared with the two, I am more optimistic about the latter."

Hearing Rachel's speaking faster and faster~lightnovelpub.net~ Todd glanced at each other in surprise.

The woman's face was red, and Todd counted the empty cans in front of her. There were twelve cans.

Drink beer in the soul space to get drunk?

Todd just came up with this idea, only to hear Richel continue to say: "So, I hate two kinds of people the most. The first kind of people try to use their alien abilities to enslave and destroy their compatriots and protect their own interests. ; The second kind of people try to deny their alien identity and use their normal life to numb themselves."

"Rachel, you seem to be drunk..."

"I didn't." Rachel, flushed, rolled his eyes and said while thinking: "Where did I just say?"

"Right! There is another reason, that is Tristan's mentor-Cardinal Abel!"

Rachel rubbed his brows vigorously and said with a distressed look: "I have never understood a few of the people I have seen over the years, and the old man Abel is one of them."

Todd stood up with a wry smile, helped Rachel and said, "You really drank too much. I didn't expect you to drink so lightly...Let me send you out. You have a good rest in the evening."

Richel hugged Todd with his backhand, his mouth full of the pungent smell of beer and chili: "I have seen a collection of yours, but it uses ice cubes. Would you like to try it?"

Todd looked blank: "What collection? What ice cube?"

Rachel kissed Todd's lips, the pungency on the former's tongue made the latter frown.

With a smirk on his face, Rachel slowly squatted down.

"My God! What are you doing?! You are crazy! So spicy! So hot!"

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